My most difficult struggle however, was the mental and verbal abuse that succeeded what I came to realize were many a misguided beating; Maturing and realizing exactly how ridiculous, entitled, and selfish my Parents really were, yet still having to abide by their rules, endure their obscenely contorted accusations and questioning, having to bare the brunt of emotionally driven onslaughts that I quickly came to understand were fueled by things that I had absolutely nothing to do with ( i.e. anger, regret, exhaustion, frustration, etc ).
And then realizing that they actually believed that they were entitled to their right to act this way towards me; That it was somehow treasonous for me to disagree or "disobey" them; That they were ultimately willing to attempt to justify irrational, childish behavior, rather than change to be better, more reasonable people; Because they were too proud, too wrapped up in self-appointed nonsense, too bent on control and escaping any and all responsibility or accountability for the things they'd done. All the empty titles ( i.e. "Parent" and "Adult" and "Elder" ), all the inflated responsibilities ( i.e. "Going to Work" and "Paying Bills" and "Putting food on the Table" ). The uninterrupted, unchecked audacity.. All because "they loved me," and "it was their house."
Fucked a young nigga up, tbh..